"Oh my Zelina, my dick feels so good in you."
Rager screamed aloud, his voice ringing at the top of his lungs as he moved his hips, slamming himself into Zelina.
Drake's eyes were half-dazed, just like his mind. As he stared out onto the streets, his legs kept moving, step after step, carrying him forward.
This was Drake Williams, an 18-year-old completely immersed in the world of web novels.
And with that, he kept walking. A smile rested on his face, headphones snug over his ears as he listened to the audio of one of his favorite harem web novels.
Yes, Drake was one of—
Yes, Drake was a lover of rated 18s, and there was nothing he enjoyed more than listening to those spicy lemon chapters.
And this… this was exactly what he wanted.
"Mm… mm… mm."
He licked his lips as he walked, hands still tucked into his pockets, his thoughts drifting deeper into the scene.
'This is… this is amazing. This is fucking amazing.'
'Today he is finally giving the winner what she deserves. That bitch has been running her mouth all through the seasons, all through the chapters of this story. It took 50 chapters, but he finally did it.'
'Ha! What a lucky bastard. Ha! How I wish something like this would happen. My life has always been the same thing… go to school, come back, read web novels. I mean, the only excitement has been the web novel part. How I desire something better than that… something even better than this. How I wish today was the day for me to fuck.' He wished so loudly inwardly.
'Ah, why do I have to have such a boring ass life? At least take out the school part. Let me just read web novels and be satisfied forever. That would be amazing.'
He thought as he continued to walk, a smile resting on his face. His hands were still tucked into his pockets as he moved along the street.
The streets were lively, filled with movement. There were coffee shops around, people going in and out, and everything felt busy and alive.
As he walked, his thoughts continued.
'What if there was a way for me to stop all of this?'
You see, Drake was an orphan. He had grown up alone, raised within the confines of his bedroom, never having met his parents. He had been striving for himself since the very beginning, with no siblings, no family—no one.
So, he never really knew what real love was.
But that never bothered him.
What truly bothered him was the crushing despair of death… and the thought that the debt he had long been dragged into was always one step ahead of him, pulling him back to the unending poverty.
'I still have to go to school and all that. Am I really doing this… going here? I really need to get it together. I'll probably not have enough for this semester's tuition if I keep going like this. And it feels like… like there's no way back for me. Well, unless…'
He paused mid-step, letting his thoughts catch up with him.
The audio continued playing through his headphones, a steady background hum as he rubbed his chin, lost in contemplation.
'What if I just wrote a harem story of my own? I mean… I've read a thousand harem stories already.'
And he wasn't exaggerating. He had literally devoured over a thousand harem stories in his life.
'I have another life… What if I just wrote a harem story myself? I know what I like. I know how… I know how to stay hooked on a harem story, even willing to spend my rent money on it. So why not use that? Why not write a harem story of my own?'
He rubbed his chin again, the idea beginning to solidify.
'Yeah… that actually makes sense. If I could do this, I could solve a lot of my problems. How about that? I just write a harem story. It would take a few months, and if I get lucky, I could save some money. That would help with rent… and tuition too.'
His pace slowed, his mind turning the plan over from every angle.
'This could actually work… but is it really meant for me? I've never even written before…'
Then, amid all these thoughts, a sound caught his attention—something else entirely—
Through the headphones, he heard it loud and clear as the narrator narrated the novel.
"Rager, please stop. Please, please. Your dick is too big in me. It's too big. Please stop. I'm going to come."
And then a dirty smile spread across Draken's face.
'Hmm… yes, this is definitely going to be a peak-ass chapter. I'm lacking some funds, but if I manage to see some extra cash, I don't mind rewarding the author for this. Well, I'd better rush home so I can replay this chapter and feel every damn moment of it. Yeah, this is going to be worth it.'
As he thought this, he continued walking, listening to the audio through his headphones. Lost in the moment, he barely noticed as he crossed the road.
Some pedestrians passing by squinted as the sun glinted off surfaces, catching their attention.
"Hey kid! Kid!" a man shouted loudly.
But before anyone could move—before the truck driver, who had been driving casually, expecting Draken to stop—realized what was happening, the truck was already too close.
Draken flicked his eyes toward the oncoming vehicle just in time to hear the blaring horn pierce through his headphones.
'How—how did this happen?'
Before he could react, the truck collided with him, sending him spiraling. And in that instant, as he was struck, everything instantly went black.
The darkness penned, only for a fleeting moment before-
[Ding!]
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[Welcome, Lord of Taboo! Do you wish to continue you progress?]
[Yes] [No]
There was only a short pause, before finally Draken felt himself select it-
[ Player selects => Yes]